Author's note: All characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18. This is a story about incest between a mother and her son. If this offends you, read no further. This is my first story and I'd appreciate constructive criticism and votes. Enjoy.
After a grueling first year of college, I was happy to be going home for the summer. The past year had been brutal. I had quickly learned that college was a completely different experience than high school. The school work was much tougher and I was pushed to my limits during sports. I played on my college's lacrosse team and worked out every day to stay in shape. The thought of going home and being able to relax for a while without any cares was great.
I was excited to go home and get away from it all. Throughout the previous year, I grew frustrated with my sex life, if I even had one. In high school, I'd dated a few girls, but never got far with them. During my freshman year of college, women threw their bodies at me simply because I was on the lacrosse team. Most of them probably didn't even know my name. I was not about to give up my V-card to a random girl.
At the same time, I was by no means inexperienced with girls. I knew how to talk to women and I was confident. I'd gotten countless blowjobs and handjobs as well as ate a few girls out. From the girls I'd been with, I knew I had a "larger than average penis," which added to my confidence.
Having good looks was not a problem for me either. I was just over 6'3" and had a muscular figure. I had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. To sum everything up, I was waiting for the right woman to come into my life. In doing that, I wasn't having a lot of luck. I thought a lot about my sex life during the drive back home.
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It was dark out when I pulled into the driveway. I staggered out of my car to the front door and rang the doorbell. Mom answered the door. When she saw me, she threw herself at me and gave me a big hug. Her hands roamed my body as we hugged, but I didn't think anything of it.
"Jake! We've missed you so much! Welcome home," she said.
"Hi, Mom. I missed you guys too," I replied as I pried her arms off me.
"Come on in. I'm cleaning up dinner, your father is watching the game on TV, and your sister is away at summer camp until tomorrow," Mom said as she waved me in.
I followed her into the cozy house of my childhood and into the kitchen. In the light, her jaw-dropping body was illuminated. Long blonde hair draped over the back of her pink V-neck shirt, the fabric stretching over her hourglass figure. Mom's firm DD tits jutted out from her body. A short blue jean skirt hugged her round ass. Her long, tan legs supported her 5'6" build. She had the body of a swimsuit model and worked hard to maintain it.
It wasn't until around my second year of high school that I noticed I how attractive Mom is. I knew all my friends talked about her behind my back, but it didn't bother me. I thought about, and sometimes even masturbated to, having sex with Mom myself!
"Oh come on! These referees are blind!" my dad shouted from the den, making his presence known.
I peeked my head into the room and said, "Hi Dad."
He turned the TV off, got up and gave me a strong handshake. I could see that he had gained quite a few pounds since my departure for college. He had grown a scruffy beard and looked grumpy.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Tired, but doing well."
"Good to hear it. Sorry I can't stay and chat, but I've got work in the morning. I have to go to bed." Dad said.
Although I was slightly disappointed I couldn't talk more with him, I said goodnight and he lumbered upstairs.
Mom looked saddened at the lack of communication between Dad and I. After moment of silence, she said, "It's late. I think I'm going to go to bed as well. I put clean blankets and pillows on your bed for you. It's great to have you home again, Jake. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Mom."
I headed for bed myself after I brought my bags in and unpacked. That night, I stayed up late recalling the rough history of my parents' marriage.
My parents met each other in college. They got married right after graduation. A couple years after that, Mom became a stay-at-home mother with me, the oldest of two children. My younger sister, Sarah, was born a couple years after me. I could remember how Dad worked long hours every day, usually not returning home for the night. Mom would find lipstick and perfume on his shirts when she did the laundry. She never said anything because she feared her life would fall apart.
Anybody could tell that Mom was lonely in a failing marriage. Her normal, happy attitude
changed into a sad, depressed one. The love they shared was lost. Their relationship seemed distant. They lived their own separate worlds. Eventually, I dozed off.
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I awoke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I walked down the hallway, I heard moans coming from my parents' room. The door was cracked open just enough that I could peek in. I wasn't prepared to stumble upon my parents having sex. Mom was lying on her back on the bed. I could only see her legs wrapped around my dad's ass, pulling him into her as he fucked her.
As I secretly watched, my own cock came to life and tented in my shorts. I quietly slipped my shorts off and was about to jerk off to the show in front of me when Dad grunted and began to flop on Mom like a fish. It had barely been a minute since I started watching. Dad rolled off Mom and I could see the look of annoyance on her face. She didn't say a word even though I could tell she wanted to scream at him.
When I turned back, I realized my shorts were still around my ankles and my cock was shrinking in my hand. I pulled them up, went to the bathroom, and headed straight back to bed. The minute I got back in my own room, I flung my clothes off and started furiously jerking my shaft. I masturbated to the vision of Mom sucking my cock deep into her mouth. I imagined fucking her pussy and filling her with my potent seed. The thrill of seeing my own mother like that was like nothing I'd ever felt before; It was unreal. I jerked off three times before dozing off
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I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. I tossed on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed downstairs. Dad sat in his usual chair at the end of the dining table, sipping hot coffee and reading the newspaper. He was already dressed in his suit for work and his briefcase rested on the ground next to him.
Mom was in front of the stove, cooking sizzling bacon and making scrambled eggs. She was wearing another one of her skimpy little outfits; I've taken a notice to them in the past few years. Mom was wearing a white low cut top that exposed a lot of cleavage and a pink skirt that was so short that when she bent over the stove, you could see her yellow panties. Dad didn't even notice her sexy outfit.
I said good morning to them both and sat down at the table. Mom served me breakfast and sat down between Dad and I. She kept looking at me with oogly-eyes, but I disregarded it. We all silently ate our breakfast. After ten minutes or so, Dad glanced up at the clock and began to panic.
"Shit! I'm going to be late. I have to go. Bye!" he shouted as he scooped up his briefcase and ran out the door.
"Have a good day!" Mom shouted out, but he was long gone.
She turned her head back towards me and asked, "What do you want to do today?"
I thought for a minute and replied "I'm not sure. Did you have anything in mind?"
"Let's watch a movie," she suggested, "My choice which one we watch though."
"Alright. That's fine."
We went into the den and Mom said, "Sit while I find the movie to watch."
I smiled, nodded my approval, and took a seat on the couch. I watched Mom walk over to the rack we kept our DVDs in. She leisurely bent over, reading the titles. Each time she reached down for another case, she dropped her shapely ass lower. Mom ended up squatting as she searched for a DVD.
Mom didn't find the movie she was looking for in the rack so she sauntered over to a bin of discs we put our other DVDs in. As she stood there, she began to sway her hips slowly from side to side as she sifted through the numerous movies we owned. I was mesmerized by the sight of her body. The image of her from last night popped into my head and I pictured her totally naked. I felt my cock begin to stir.
Finally, she plucked out a movie and tossed the disc in the DVD player. Mom moved her hips seductively as she strolled back to the couch. She plopped down right next to me and reached across my body for the remote control on the other side of the couch. Her arms were not long enough to reach it, so she stretched across my body even more. Mom's low-cut shirt gave me a perfect view of her tits. The view did nothing to stop the growth of the swell in my shorts. I was slightly let down when she finally reached the remote and sat back up.
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